CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Better Things

Real bad b*t*h and her credit green (Credit green)
Body snatched, no stomach, with a belly?ring?(With a belly?ring)
Your n***a lame, I'll show you?to some better things (Better things)
Metro askin' what I want,?I?need?everything (I need?everything)
Biscotti yellin' out?this 'Wood, I ain't said a thing (Yeah, it's loud)
Think I'm lootin' 'cause I'm walkin' out with everything (I got everything)
I was down in the dark, now I see the light (Yeah, I see it)
I was broke, used to starve, now I'm eatin' right (Yeah, I'm eatin')

You was eatin', I was hungry, I couldn't get a bite (I couldn't get a bite)
Do a hundred, b*t*hes screamin' 'cause I'm runnin' lights (B*t*hes screamin')
Bein' rude to all these hoes, I ain't bein' nice (I ain't bein' nice)
She gon' die about this d**k, yeah, that's free advice (She gon' die 'bout it)
I'ma get it, I'ma grab it, I'm a go-getter (I'm a go-getter)
We got blowers, we ain't arguin' with no n***as (Hell nah)
I got hoes in Minnesota, I'm a cold n***a (Cold n***a)
Please don't put me in the boat with all these old n***as (Please don't do it)

I'm too high, don't compare me to these low n***as (I'm too high)
BucksClan, don't compare us to no broke n***as (N***as broke)
You a lame, you can't hang, you can't smoke with us (You can't smoke)
Bring the cups, bring the ice, still can't pour with us (Still can't pour)
Bet a hundred with my dice, bet my bro hit 'em (Bet he hit)
Why you got a spend-the-night bag, I said no, didn't I? (I said no)
Why you mad about my other b*t*h? I let you know, didn't I? (Why you mad?)
Said she seen me at the show last night, but I didn't go, did I? (She ain't see me)
She like, "Why you walk with all that cash?" I don't know, n***a (I don't know)
I'm like, "Why you walk with all that a**?" She don't know either (She, she don't know, man)

Told her if I f**k her, don't be callin' me and stalkin' neither (Don't be stalkin')
I don't got no license, that don't mean a n***a walkin' either (I ain't walkin')
I'll never change, give a f**k if it's a parking meter (Give a f**k)
They ain't f**kin' with me, talkin' sh*t like I'm Marcus Peters (Marcus Peters)

N***as never have enough, I ain't doin' features (N***as broke)
Slidin' right up on your b*t*h like I'm Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
We was piecin' up on Little Caesars, it was me and Caesar (We was hurt)
White b*t*h do anything I say, let me see your Visa (That b*t*h dumb)

We got blowers, we ain't arguin' with no n***as
BucksClan, don't compare us to no broke n***as